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Sex In A Gay Bar..

There used to be a gay bar in Detroit over on 2nd avenue west of the Fisher Building. Working in the area, it was around 5:30 pm so I had an hour and a half to kill before the freeway traffic died down. I stopped in there for a drink while waiting for traffic to clear on the freeway for my trip home. I had a pretty good idea at the time it was a gay neighborhood by observing some of the folks in the neighborhood. A lot of T girls and effeminate folks. I hoped I wouldn't be running into a problem. At one time I had gone into a gay bar populated with Lesbians down near the downtown area, and was greeted by a big masculine woman who exclaimed that she had never seen so ******* many men in all her life. As I was the only male in the bar, I took the hint and left while my gonads were still attached. I hoped this place wasn't going to chase me off, so was very happily surprised to find that I was welcomed and made to feel very comfortable. As I had been treated to several earlier gay blow jobs at that point in my life and enjoyed them a great deal, the gay idea wasn't new, just the location. Sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink, a nice gentleman sat down next to me and introduced himself. He asked if I had moved into the neighborhood. I explained that I was working nearby and didn't want to get into the traffic jam on the freeway, so stopped for a drink. He was a nice looking well dressed fellow maybe in his mid fifties, very friendly and I soon felt at home. When he put his hand on my leg, I didn't move it away because I liked it, and the idea I knew he was working up to. Soon other patrons started coming in, and the talk grew louder. As a new face, many gravitated to where we were sitting at the bar.

By now the older gent was not holding my knee, but had his hand wrapped around the bulge my hardening **** made in my pants, and was massaging it lightly. The other guys were standing around in a little circle now and numbering about six. Two of them were into biker gear, leather hats and vest with chains and other macho clothing. The older one was bearded and looked like a guy I would avoid at all cost on the street. Now they were just chatting and one of them was acting very bitchy with a feminine voice. My new friend the older gent suggested we all go sit at a table, so we moved off to a large round table with enough seating for all of us and several more. This was more comfortable as everyone could look at the person talking without looking over or through another person. I had paid for my first drink, but no more after that, yet I had been supplied with more than I could remember. I was getting drunk. The waitress, a kind of cute guy in high heels, fishnet stockings black short skirt with an apron that barely covered his lower anatomy, was keeping drinks in front of me. The crowd was mostly older, and most wearing business suits, so I felt I stood out as a young guy in my T-shirt and Levis. Sitting at that table, leaning back in my chair with my legs spread out under the table, my first friend sitting next to me, had by now opened the front of my pants and had my **** out in his hand, and was slowly stroking it. I don't know if he signaled the others, but his hand was brushed aside from under the table. A different hand replaced his, and soon the head of my **** felt the warm goodness of someones mouth on it. That went on for a bit, I was being swapped around to several others. One gentleman I remember was showing me how he could put a cocktail glass in his mouth. We were laughing and having a very good time when I exclaimed there was no way I could fill that opening. During this time I noticed one of the other folks from our table slide down off his chair to disappear under the table.

He was one of the leather guys and I felt a bit of a fright for what he might do. The guy who he replaced had been licking, sucking softly and nicely on the head of my ****. By now I had edged myself around where my pants were down on my hips enough to allow my **** a bit of movement freedom in stead of being trapped in my fly, but had kept my balls inside of my pants for fear we would get raided or something. I was young and naive. The guy who was on my **** was being a very pleasant experience and I hated to have him stop, but he was shoved aside by the biker guy. Now I'm drunk and in a public bar, but I still had a bit of reason going beyond my desire to continue being serviced. The biker guy, reached up and grabbed my pants by the waistband, then in one powerful jerk pulled them and my underwear down from under my *** and around my ankles. I'm now sitting bare *** in a bar with with maybe 20 people I didn't know, a big bad *** guy with ear rings and other punctures, tattoos and a gray beard under the table, and my lower body was ********. I lost my hard ****, as I now was looking down between my legs and no longer looking at and talking with the others at the table. This grizzled looking bear grabs my ****, still long but a lot softer now in his hands like he was grabbing a shovel. I'm uncut, so he pushed the skin back up to my groin then squeezes down on my **** and pulls it forward, causing it to swell to as large as it could get. Then holding it that way with my **** head feeling as though it was going to burst through the skin, he put his mouth around it, sucked a bit to get it wet, the started chewing and nibbling on it. while keeping just the head in his mouth. It was a fantastic feeling so he no longer needed to squeeze me hard, I was there on my own. His beard was soft and rubbing all over my **** and groin, when I felt the stab. He had shoved his bony damn finger up my *** in a single stroke. It was wet or greased with something because it slid in, startling me, but without pain. I had never experienced this before, but I loved it and he kept it up for a while.

Now he kicked his effeminate talking biker partner to get under there too. He did and replaced his older buddy's finger in my ***, along with his mouth on my ****. He sucked like a vacuum cleaner, I could feel the head of my **** swelling as large as it had when the first guy did the squeeze trick. He would stick his finger as far up my *** as he could, then suck down deep throating me, while he massaged my prostrate and finger ****** my *******. In a public bar in a large city I couldn't believe this was going on. There was a commotion under the table and guys in chairs were shoved aside at one spot. As best I could see, the younger biker doing me, had his pants pulled down and his buddy was ******* him in the *** on the other side of the table while he sucked my **** and finger ****** me.

Looking around I see other ***** in the hands of other people, some ******* themselves. Some sitting on bar stools with their pants down with other naked guys sitting on their laps getting it up the ***. This was to much, where I went in for a drink, had turned into a gang bang ****. Someone had locked the door and would only admit patrons if they were regulars and known to them. I busted my nuts then, young biker slurped it up. My old friend had reclaimed me as his prize, and started cleaning me up with his tongue, licking me all over. My chair was not so much under the table and several guys were helping my new friend licking and working on my groin area. Taking turns at sucking on my ****, The waitress was still bringing me drinks, but now her **** and balls were hanging out of her silky panties. He skirt was puled up and nothing was hidden. When she would bring a drink to the table, she would bring it to where I was sitting sprawled out with my pants down around my ankles, while my older friend was giving me the great blow job that only comes from an old guy who can remove his teeth and gum the hell out of your ****. People were getting it on all over the place, drinks and *** were flowing freely. One hell of a party, and when she would come over with her tray, where I could reach I would reach out and take hold of her ****. I'd pull it over to me, by now I wanted to know what a **** tasted like myself. But after a few strokes and moving her hips to my mouth she would pull back teasing me. She would say she had a boyfriend and shouldn't cheat on him, I could fondle her **** and balls but no sex is what she said. By this time I was really drunk and the events after that are a blur. The next thing I remember is waking up in a bed three doors down from the bar. My older friend had taken me home with him. I don't know what happened in his place, but I may have been ****** or even sucked a ****, but I can't really say for my drunken memory blanked it all out. The next morning him and I were naked in his bed. He was a little rotund, soft and kind of flabby. I nice feeling person to be in bed with. He said he was going to have breakfast before leaving for work and sucked me off. I was sorry I could only give him a light breakfast as I was still pretty drained from the night before.

My clothes were on a chair by the bed. The building he lived in had a communal shower, so when I went down the hall to the shower I was followed by a guy wearing bright red silky briefs. He stepped in the shower with me, and started washing my back, lingering on my ***. Reaching around gave my groin the best cleaning it had had since I was a baby. We talked about the night before in the bar and he explained he was one of my under that table friends. I let him suck me off again in the shower, went back to old guys room, put my clothes on and went to work.
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Great story!